Twisting dirt roads summertime south <br />In the birdsong youth of yesterday <br />When as a boy I had joyous dreams <br />Of a magical girl <br />And sauntered the ice-cream side-streets of innocence <br />Holding her hand in mine; <br />Endless promises were made <br />Spoken with love beneath apple trees <br />With words that sounded something like marriage and family and eternity. <br />There were long afternoons that seemed forever before they disappeared <br />Into some wistful memory that I mingle <br />In an evening glass of wine. <br />I tell myself I don’t miss her but I do <br />And maybe would still love her <br />If I found her again in a different world.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-maybe-would-still-love-her/
